The nice thing about living in a small town is that when you don’t know what you’re doing, someone else does.~Immanuel Kant
Over the years, we’ve lived in cities like New York City and Boston with millions of people. We’ve moved to small towns with one post office. And we’ve lived in suburban areas with two high schools, and 8 elementary schools.
But this week, I’m focusing my sights on small towns, Amy’s theme this week for Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #64.
Here are a few thoughts and images of small towns. The first characteristic that comes to mind is that their landscape changes slowly. Buildings cluster around a central area, but nature still predominates. From our apartment in Grand Rapids, Michigan, we could gaze at this vista that stretched for miles. This view greeted us every morning and changed very little in the eight years we lived there.
El mundo es un pañuelo~ Spanish proverb The world is a handkerchief. (It’s a small world.)
In small towns, houses reveal the personalities of their owners. Here, in San Jose del Cabo, Mexico, these owners have lovingly maintained a vintage cerulian front door, which reveals the age and history of this building in layers of paint and antique hardware. If you look closely at the sign next to the door, you’ll see this doorway leads to the “Centro Historico” of the town. Is that any surprise?
In a small town where everyone knows everyone it is almost impossible to believe that one of your acquaintance could murder anyone. For that reason, if the signs are not pretty strong in a particular direction, it must be some dark stranger, some wanderer from the outside world where such things happen.―
In small towns like this one outside Boston, people have a “long” sense of history. They may know many families for generations and may find reassurance in this longevity and their shared history. The traditional architecture of their churches, schools and the village green also reflect this respect for history and love of community.
Conversely, people in small towns can be wary of outsiders–even those who live in the same town for decades. That’s why our local newspaper in New Hampshire printed obituaries with the headline: “Massachusetts Man Dies at Age 95.” Deep in the announcement we’d find out that the deceased moved to town when he (or she) was very young. No matter. If they weren’t born in this town, the locals considered them as outsiders.
In small towns people scent the wind with noses of uncommon keenness. ~Stephen King
I love driving through small towns in rural America and finding places where the locals eat–like Jerry’s–a great spot for Mexican food in a remote part of Arizona. We could smell the delicious food even as we parked the car and walked towards the restaurant. In small towns and large ones, people create communities around food and celebrate their local chefs.
So, what conclusions can I draw about small towns? They can surprise us with their natural beauty and uniqueness. They can provide a richness of experience and a sense of community. They can also be a refuge from the unpredictability and drama of city life.
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